A/N: Thought you like to know. This is where I originally started this story at, but felt it needed more of a tie in to DOORWAY TO HELL. Hope you enjoy it. D
Chapter 3
He dropped to his knees. Great pain was throbbing from his hands in rhythm with his own heart beat. Breathing hard as though he had just run a marathon, Sam could only guess what had happened. The room he was in was dark. Sam could not make out any noises except the pumping of blood in his ears. Trying to slow his breathing down, a sound started to come clearer to Sam's ears. The sound of water dripping, slowly.
Suddenly a door opened up flooding the room with a semi bright light. Sam had to adjust his eyes to the sudden light. Standing in the doorway was two figures. Soon the figures came into focus and Sam recognized the intruders as Bobby and his father.
Along with the recognition, Sam could see a shock look come over their faces and could hear the words "Oh, God No" fall from his father's lips. Sam slowly moved his eyes to where they were staring and saw the horror in front of him.
Hanging from chains was his big brother, Dean. Dressed only in his jeans, Dean's body was riddled with bruises from his head to his waist. A small seeping wound was just above his left hip bone. His face was swollen to the point that one could barely make out the slits where his eyes were. Dean's body was covered with a mixture of blood and dirt. Sam's eyes slowly moved down his brother's body to see Dean was hanging by his wrist which had him off the ground by a few inches. The dripping noise he heard was Dean's own blood dripping from his toes to the floor.
Sam now leaning back on his legs could see his hands, bloody and swollen. "Oh God, What have I done?" Sam starts to sob. Staring at his hands, Sam didn't notice Bobby kneel next to him.
"Sam?" Bobby tries to get Sam's attention with no success.
Sam continues to sob and repeating "What have I done?"
Bobby grabs Sam by the shoulders and turns him toward him so both are facing each other. "You didn't do this. You hear me. You were possessed. You hear me, boy? POSSESSED!" Yelling the last part to get Sam's attention. Sam looks at Bobby and then falls into his arms crying uncontrollable only to have the older hunter to wrap his arms around the boy.
As Bobby was comforting Sam, John had moved slowly toward his oldest son. His heart was braking as he looked at Dean. His first born hung lifeless before him. John's breath froze. He thought he saw Dean's chest move. Slowly moving a hand to Dean's bloody and bruised neck, he felt a faint pulse. "Oh, my God, he still alive!" John removed a lock pick from his pocket and started to work the lock on the chains imprisoning Dean.
Sam and Bobby heard John and both turned to see John begin to free Dean. Helping Sam to his feet, Bobby found that Sam was too weak to stand on his own. He wrapped an arm around the boy to hold him up. "How is he?" Sam's voice was almost inaudible to the other hunters. Tears still ran tracks down his face as he watched his father freed his brother.
The chains gave way to allow Dean to drop to the floor, but John was quick to catch the Middle Winchester in his arms, swinging him into both arms. A soft moan came from Dean's lips. "Let go!" John quickly said and started toward the door followed by Sam and Bobby.
John leads them to the Impala instead of the Chevelle that was parked next to the car. Holding Dean in his arms, John waited from Bobby to open the back door so he could lay Dean onto the backseat. Bobby lead Sam to the car. Sam leaned against the Impala staring at his damaged brother. After John got Dean settle in the backseat, Bobby was about to help Sam get in too, but he stopped.
"We can't take them to a hospital." Bobby said. John looks his way. "One look at Dean and then Sam, a first year med-student would put two and two together."
"What do you suggest?" John asked. "Dean needs medical attention. They both do."
"I have a friend who has a cabin not far. You can take Sam there in my car. I'll take Dean to the Hospital." Bobby said as he watched Sam start to settle in beside his brother in the backseat. Both John and Bobby saw how Sam was trying to cradle Dean in his arms.
"But..." John starts to argue. Seeing his boys damage the way they were, John finally said. "You're right. Help me with Sam." Both turned toward the backseat. "Sammy. Come on with me." John reached for his son.
Sam set in the back embracing his brother, not hearing a single word the other hunters were saying. "I'm so sorry." He kept repeating to his brother. The pain in his own hands was numb compared to the pain in his heart.
He looked up when he hears his father's voice. "NO! Dean needs to go to a hospital." Sam ordered out.
John appears at Sam's side. "Sam, come on. Bobby's going to take Dean to the hospital. You're coming with me." John starts to help Sam out of the car.
"NO! I'm staying with Dean." Sam starts to fight his father.
"Listen to me." John's voice was harsher than planned. "You can't go. They will figure it out that you did this. Let Bobby get Dean to the hospital." Sam froze on 'you did this' and let John pull him from the car. "Bobby, call when you get there." Bobby said nothing but waved his hand as he drove off.
John lead a shell shocked Sam to the Chevelle before they too drove off. Bobby had given him the directions to the cabin before he drove off with Dean. While driving, John would look over at Sam. Sam looked lost without his brother. John could only imagine what his son was thinking, or even feeling. "Sammy?" John voice was softer than even he expected. Sam continued staring out the window. "Son. Your brother is going to be ok."
As soon as John said 'brother' Sam lost it. He brought his bloody hands to his face and started crying. A whisper came from his lips. "I'm sorry, Dean. I'm sorry." Sam couldn't think of anything but the lifeless form of his brother hanging from chains. Even the sound of Dean's blood dripping to the floor echoed louder than his own tortured voice. "I'm sorry."
John was lost himself. All he could do was place a hand on his distort son's shoulder. Things remain quiet in the car except for the soft sobs of the boy trying to hide from the world outside. After a while, John finally removed his hand only to grip the steering wheel in his own frustration. 'What did this to his boys?' He thought to himself. Anger grew inside John. 'It will pay. It will pay.'
It was no time for father and son to arrive at the cabin Bobby told them about. It was a simple building. A small porch with two chairs decorated the front. On one side of the porch was a stack of firewood. John stopped next to the cabin before killing the engine. He first looked at the place they will call home than to his youngest son. "We're here, Sammy." Sam never moved though the cries have softened to a whisper. John gets out of the car and before moving around to the passenger side, he stops to shoulder Bobby's first aid bag that was in the truck. He opened the passenger side door. "Come on, Sammy." He said as he leaned in to help his son out of the car. John lead Sam inside.
The interior of the cabin was as simple as the exterior. It kinda brought back memories of that cabin where the Winchesters encountered the Yellow-eyed demon. John sighed. This cabin was cleaner. Almost like someone lives in it. He continued to lead Sam to a bed in the corner. Setting Sam down on the bed, John gathered up some wood from the porch and started a fire in the little stove. He takes a pot from the cabinet over the sink and pumps out some water to heat up.
Walking back to Sam, John gathered his son's hands in his own to inspect them. The knuckles were raw and his hand was also swollen for the continuous abuse they received. As John starts cleaning and bandaging Sam's hands, he asked. "Sammy, what happened? How did you end up at the warehouse? I sent you and Dean to Bobby's." He didn't realize the questions were coming one after another. John wasn't giving Sam a chance to answer him. "Why were you there?"
Sam stared at his hand as his father bombarded him with questions. He took in a breath before he spoke. "We were on our way there. We only stopped to eat." Sam repeated again. "We only stopped to eat."
John settled closer to Sam. "Tell me what happened, Sammy."
Sam looks up into his father's eyes. Tears appear in his own. "We left the church and were on our way to Bobby's." Sam starts.
The Impala only followed the GMC truck their father was driving till the first light they came to. John had turned left as his boys drive on straight. Sam and Dean both turned their heads to watch as their father's truck left their sight. Dean reaches to turn the radio on. Sam settled in to listen to the music and watched the world go by. He was tired, but wasn't in the mood to sleep. Sam didn't like the idea of them leaving their father again. And he knew Dean knew he didn't like it either.
They weren't on the road long when Dean spoke first. "He said he'll be there in three days." Dean glanced at Sam while driving. He continued. "Sammy?" He looked again from the road to his brother. "Hey."
Sam sighs. "Three days." Never moving his eyes from the window. "I heard the first time." Sam wanted to get into it, but not with his brother. Dean had already been through too much. "I'm just tired, Dean."
Dean looks over at Sam a little more intense. "You want to stop some place?" The worry big brother starts to shine through. "We could go on to Bobby's tomorrow."
Sam sighs again. "No. I'm all right." Sam turned to face his brother. A small curl appeared at the corner of his lip. "Truly, I'm fine."
Dean grins back. "My name is not Truly, bitch."
"Jerk." Sam softly laughs. His brother does know how to make him laugh.
The Impala slowed down before it turned into a lot in front of a diner. "Don't know about you. But I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry, Dean." Sam added.
Dean turned to look at his brother with a more serious expression. "Hey. It takes a lot of nutrition for the fine physic."
Sam turned back to the window. "Watch out for the fat rolls." Sam thought he said it under his breathe, but it came out louder than expected.
"What was that, Samantha?" Dean heard it, but he wanted Sam to repeat it. Sam laughed as he got out of the car, followed closer by his brother. "I ask you something, Sasquatch." Coming up behind Sam, Dean wacked his brother on the head.
"Hey!" Sam calls to his brother. "What was that for?"
Dean passes Sam going through the door, "I know you did something wrong." Dean smiles. "Just covering my bases." Sam smiled back as the brothers took a seat at a booth.
They each grabbed a menu that was already on the table. They were still fighting over whose menu was whose when the waitress walked over to them. A grin comes across her face as she watched the brother played. The thought of her own brothers came to mind. "What can I get you boys to drink?"
They stopped and both smiled. Dean answered first. "Two coffees, please." Sam decided at that moment to kick Dean under the table. Dean jumps and grunts at the same time. The waitress was trying her best not to burst out laughing. "Thank you." Dean smiles through the pain in his shin. After the waitress walked away, Dean gives Sam a dirty look. "What the hell?"
Sam leans in closer. "That's for hitting me in the head earlier." He sets back when the waitress returns with their coffees.
"Are you two ready to order or do you need more time to play?" She was laughing now. The brothers smiled so innocently to her it only made things worst.
"I'll have the special." Dean spoke up.
Sam quickly looked over the menu. "I'll have a turkey club."
Dean added. "And I'll have his special too." He grinned at both his brother and the waitress who the brothers were now enjoying her company. Both Sam and the waitress looked at him. "What? I'm hungry." There was that grin again.
"Ok. Two specials and a turkey club." She wrote it down. She leaned in closer to the table only to be joined by the brothers. "Can you keep the play time down some. Don't want to upset the cook. If you know what I mean."
Sam and Dean started laughing. "Don't worry. We'll behave." Sam added before she walked off.
Their meals were brought to the table and the brothers did as they promised. Behaved while they ate. The waitress returned later to refresh their coffee. "Would you two like dessert?"
Before Sam could say no thank you, Dean's face lit up. "What do you have?"
"Dude. You ate two specials." Sam was shocked.
"I'm still hungry." Dean said to his brother. He turned to the also shocked waitress.
"Well, we have apple pie, and strawberries short cake, and coconut cream pie."
"Yeah. Coconut cream pie, please." Dean was still smiling. The waitress walked away shocking her head as she tapped her pen on her tablet. Dean turned back to Sam. "Are you sure you don't want any pie, Sammy?"
"No thank you." Sam said as the biggest slice of pie was being set in front of his brother. Sam's eyes grew as the grin on Dean's face grew. He set there totally surprised that Dean ate the whole thing. Even the waitress who was leaning at the counter watching was surprised.
With the pie eaten, Dean finished off the last of his coffee before he stood. "The coffee's doing it's stuff. Be right back." Sam watched as his brother walked to the restrooms. 'Back after you loosen your belt.' Was what Sam thought with a slight grin on his face as Dean disappeared through the doorway.
Dean was finishing up his business when he heard the door open behind him. After zipping his jeans back up he turned to be face to face with smiling Father Thomas. "Father Thomas? What are you doing here?" The words were met with an unforseen force that threw Dean into the wall. Panic washed over Dean. He could not move or even speak. The more he fought the stronger the painful force was pressing him against the wall.
Father Thomas walked over to the wall where Dean was being held. An evil grin flooded over his face. As he grew near Dean, Dean could see the bronze color swimming in his eyes. Dean knew they had screwed up big time. The priest pulled a small ceremonial dagger from the pocket of his coat.
"You left something behind, young man." The smile grew larger as he raised Dean's shirt up to bare his stomach. With that, the priest ran the dagger into his abdomen. It felt like fire as the dagger cut through his body. Tears formed in Dean's eyes and a deaf scream came from his lips. "Now." The priest said.
A smoke like form entered Dean's body at the wound that was made by the dagger. Dean could feel the entity entering his body and taking hold. Suddenly, Dean's body was released and fell to the floor. He slowly stood to his full height. The priest extended his hand toward Dean. The form inside of Dean took the priest's hand and kissed it softly. "Master." Dean's voice spoke.
"You know what to do." The priest indicated.
Dean's head nodded in response and walked out of the bathroom. He stopped to see Sam still sitting at the booth. Dean walked over to him smiling. "Let's hit the road, dude." With that, Dean walked out to the car before Sam could get out of the booth.
Sam stood there at the booth shocked. "Fine. Leave me with the bill. Jerk." Sam mumbled to himself as he left the money on the table. Soon he was outside with his brother. Sam followed Dean to the Impala. After he settled in the seat, Sam noticed that Dean hadn't started the engine. He turned to look at his brother who was staring straight ahead. "Dean?" He was a little worried by Dean stillness. "You all right?" Sam asked.
Dean continued to stared straight ahead. "Everything's prefect." And without warning, Dean threw a bunch at Sam. Just as quick, Dean grabbed Sam by the neck and drove his head into the dash, knocking Sam out cold. "Prefect." Dean smiled as he pushed Sam against the door and reached to start the engine. The Impala kicked up gravel as it left the parking lot.
"He hit me." Sam's eyes looked up to his father who was kneeling next to his youngest son. "That's the last thing I remember." Sam continued. "Then you and Bobby showed up at that..."
"Warehouse." John finished it for him. "Sammy. That was three days ago." Sam looked confused. "What happened those three days?"
"Three days ago?" Sam's confusion was now intense. He lost three days. They lost four days in the fog and now three days. What is going on?
John stood, looking down at his son. He too was wondering what was going on. The cell phone in his coat pocket came to life. John pulls it out to see the incoming call was from Bobby. John answers to learn the fate of his eldest son.
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